Lyrics:
come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only
on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is..Livin' In The Love
probably not
I kept my hands up 'cause if I put 'em down then I'd get shot
I ain't trynna die from the cops
Rather get killed by my opps
And even though I'm
my youth
So I been tryna make the most of the days and the friends that I have
So I light up and blaze and when I get in my bag
I been like Toph in her
Sip on the selections, get embodied by
My spirit, get money on templates
I’m lifted stick with it, dog on my own
Fuckin I’m tryna bone, knockin at my
so proud
But the belt's already tight
I'll get another job at night, but honest
I can take humiliation
And hurtful comments from the boss
I'm just
tears from your little sister
Crying 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch in
For the party to go
Aw, but you know she'll get by 'cause she's
at Cotton Pickin' Time.
Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin'
Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't get
Computers ain't that smart
Whatever man built could be taken apart
Anything new can get old
Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold
Issa hole in my straw but the flow still raw
Bitch I could probably get me a job at the circus
With no insurance if I get hurt
I need life insurance,
might
I gotta get me out of this hole
So come with me
So come with me
I gotta change my name by deed pole
So come with me
So come with me
I
would work through the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in through the door
i wear em in the dark like bad by freddy
mettic mettic never have a job again
look so coon young ray robinson
burned on scrape dooks off hazzard
my
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
society.
Tried to get a job, but they dont want me.
Lovers left, after heart theft.
I need control, I don't like this world at all.
From the salian, water
They say Jugg don't got no funds nigga, you might be right
But I got 15k in guns, I bet I get some by tonight
I had to change my name to wick, they
jobs
Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets
Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my
Cut to a Merrit Parkway rest-stop
I'm hit by hemorrhagic shock
my phone explodes
and half my leg is Vietnam'd off
because as sure as the sun
done even worse
I drink but I'm never full
Plenty of ales lead to plenty of tales
In some dirty watering hole
Harvery Wallbanger
Caught a case
Trip
No coming back
Won't
Stop
Till
His job complete
Blood money running
From the scene
Pour out from the holes in me
Once a dreamer now a ghost
Where
I found myself getting a job
But I ain't talking 'bout a fucking blowjob
Cause I needed some nasty money
Would be better to get a Daddy
Then I was
seatbelt
Cause you in for a long ride
Now I be damn I been a man
Figure I never call myself a nigger
To get Benjamins
What's love got to do with what
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